My eyes blurred at the sight.
Cock ring on, vibe already on high, his head was arched back as he got himself under control. Pissed I’d missed the show of him sliding into that torture device, I saw he had a butt plug in his hand.
Before I could tense, he was dragging it through my juices. Popping the tip into my pussy, he twisted it left and right, drenching it in my natural lubricant, then pulled it back out. When he pressed it to the pucker of my ass, my arms flopped down and I face-planted into the sheets with a guttural groan.
That was nothing to my shriek when he switched it on.
Moaning into the bed, I shuddered when the tip of his cock was nudging my pussy, and the gentle vibrations that rocked through his shaft had my eyes almost crossing.
I was so wet there was little resistance. So as he slid in deep, I shivered as he rubbed his hands down my sides, making all the tiny hairs stand to attention. He did that again as the vibrator pressed down against my clit.
“Link!” I sobbed at the triple whammy he was handing me.
His response?
To drag his short, blunt nails down where he’d just teased.
As he scraped them against my back, I swore my nerve endings short circuited. With a cry, I felt the fullness in my pussy, the heavy weight in my ass. The vibes deep against my G-spot, and the ones against my clit. Throw in the sensory switch, my mind blew a fuse.
A keening wail escaped me as he started to move. Short, blunt thrusts powered into me, making me feel every damn inch he had with each one packing the punch of an atomic bomb.
I was no longer just seeing fireworks. I had my own display going on in my head.
When the orgasm hit, I went blind. The light show disappeared. The buzz of the vibes faded, and even the slap of skin to skin and his groans whispered away.
I screamed, but I didn’t even hear it, as the pleasure tore through me. Ripped at my nerves and decimated me like nothing else could.
Like nobody else could.
Link took me up to another stratosphere without even exerting himself. To be centered in the search for his own pleasure just amped everything up a notch.
I felt fingers in my mouth, and I sucked down on them hard. That was when I heard him hissing and groaning, hips bucking as he sought his own release.
The vibrations were too much.
I was going to die.
This was it.
Death by orgasm.
And once more, I understood why the French called it la petite mort.
He’d made me feel excruciating pleasure before, but this was different. I didn’t know why; it just was.
As I cried out again, feeling the waves of bliss starting to take the toll on my already battered senses, I heard him cry out, then I knew when he came because his thrusts became jerky. Barely anything at all as my pussy clamped down around him.
When he fell onto me, his weight blanketing me, I stared blindly into nothing, letting myself come to. I stayed there when he shifted to my side, didn’t even move when he cocked his leg up and angled it over the backs of my thighs to pin me in place.
Trying to process what had just happened was impossible when my brain was still foggy, so I didn’t even bother. Just lay there, covered by him, his second dose of cum this morning slipping out of my cunt.
When his fingers returned, thrusting into me again, I twisted away and complained, “No more!”
He hushed me, then stunned me further by turning me over, then dropping down and tonguing my slit.
I shuddered, but the licks were gentle this time. Not to incite but to soothe.
As he hummed, sighing with every lapping motion of his tongue, I wriggled until he was done then slid my hand through his hair when he dropped his head onto my stomach, finally sated.
“Thank God you’re nearly forty,” I rasped.
“Is that supposed to be a compliment?”
“You’d have killed me if you were in your twenties,” I said hoarsely.
I barely kept up with him despite the age gap.
“Nah,” he disagreed. “You’ve got honey between your legs. How can I not eat that up every day?”
My very sore and very exhausted pussy clamped down at that.
“I’m going to be walking like I’ve been riding a horse.”
“A horse or a bull?”
Laughter burst from me as I slapped his shoulders. “Both have big dicks. That wasn’t a slight against your manhood.”
“Good, or I’d have to prove myself—”
“No! No more proving. Twice is enough for any woman first thing.”
He rocked his sweaty forehead against my belly. “Good to know.”
Something about his tired words had me frowning. I lifted my head to stare at him. All that golden hair and golden skin still got to me like little else could, but I could see the shadows and the strain beneath his eyes from this angle.
Reaching down, I gently traced the crinkles there and murmured, “Everything okay, baby?”
“I’m with you, sugar tits, so of course everything is.”
My heart might as well have just flip-flopped in my chest.
“I love you so much,” I breathed.
He angled his head so that he could catch a hold of my eyes, and there was something deep inside them that had my frown darkening. “I love you too, Lily.” He pressed a kiss to my belly then muttered, “I should let you up.”
“You should,” I agreed but I didn’t move. “What aren’t you telling me? Is it about that Harlow kid?”
Harlow was high on the Posse’s list of topics of conversation.
Link snorted. “No.”
“What is it then?”
He shrugged. “Nothing. Just tired.”
“We can go to bed early tonight,” I offered softly.
“We can try,” he teased, but I tugged on his hand when he made to move off the bed.
“I mean it. We can just be together, Link, sweetheart. Me and you. No one else. We could watch Blackadder.”
His lips quirked in a grin. “Really?”
I grinned back. “Really.” Scrabbling toward the edge of the bed, I quickly parted my legs—which killed like a motherfucker—and hooked them around his so he couldn’t move away. I placed my hands at the ridged muscles on his hips, stared up at him, and whispered, “You know I love being with you.”
He stroked my hair which had me sighing in delight. “I know you do.”
Nerves filled me at his response. “Why don’t you sound glad about that?”
“I’m very glad about that. Just…”
“Just what?”
“I’m just scared it won’t be enough for you soon.”
For me soon?
Blinking, I stared up at him. “Why wouldn’t it be?”
“You’re smart, sugar tits. I’m not.”
My eyes narrowed. “You take that back.”
He pursed his lips. “I can’t even manage the fucking accounts at the shop.”
“So? You can fix those bikes like you made them from scratch! I’ve seen that cage you’re building in the garage, Link. Don’t you tell me you’re not smart.”
“Not like you, baby.” He dipped down to press a kiss to my temple. “It’s all right. You don’t have to defend me—”
“I’m not. I’m speaking the truth.” I dug my nails into his waist. “Where’s this coming from?”